I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 You Are Much Better Than Dumbledore!

After reading the book Snape gave, John had a clearer idea of ​​Occlumency.

Occlumency is a defensive magic that can make a wizard's brain unaffected by Legilimency, preventing others from intruding into his mind.

To successfully perform Occlumency, one must drop all emotions, empty the mind, and restrain oneself.

John felt that if he practiced again, he might be able to go to Snape for actual combat training.

Putting the book on the table and closing it, John let out a long sigh of relief. He has been reading every day and night for the past few days.

Almost forgot what life was like.

Wait a few days?

John frowned, and he completely forgot about Dumbledore's orders.

But it's only been a few days, right?

John quickly called out Fox and let him take him to the principal's office.

Fawkes returned to serve Dumbledore soon after he left.

The real Dumbledore cannot live without a phoenix.

As soon as he stood firmly on the ground, John heard angrily shouting.

"Where have you been these days? I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have trusted you."

John felt that the voice sounded familiar, and turned his head to see that it was indeed the old man in Slytherin costume—Phineas Nigellus Black, the great-great-grandfather of Sirius.

His mouth kept opening and closing, saliva splashing everywhere.

If he wasn't in the frame, John felt like the entire office would be flooded with him.

He took out his wand and waved it. It was embarrassing that the curtain covering the portrait did not hang down as he ordered.

Although Dumbledore gave him free access to the headmaster's office.

But he is not the real master yet, so this office is a bit uncomfortable.

John could only go to the shelf and tear off a tablecloth with his own hands.

Black's voice slowly decreased, and he observed John's movements suspiciously.

Until he saw John stop in front of him, Black suddenly realized, and instantly understood John's intention.

Blake's eye sockets were wide open, the eyeballs almost fell out, and the expression on his face was extremely angry.

He pointed at John, his big mouth opened and closed and the beards around him were shaking wantonly, making a sharp and piercing sound.

"How dare you do that! I am the ex-headmaster of Hogwarts, the Black family."

"Sleep well, Mr. Black!" John smiled and threw the tablecloth up quickly.

The tablecloth hung smoothly on the picture frame, blocking Blake who was cursing wildly.

The whole world is immediately purified.

"Son, this is the most correct thing you have ever done!" Davis Deventer had a look of love and praise on his face, "I have suggested to Dumbledore to get this noisy guy out of the office, but Dumbledore has always disagreed, he said that this guy also contributed to Hogwarts!"

"But I dare say he is the worst headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, except for Slytherin students, no, even Slytherin has many students who hate him!"

"Based on your performance today, you are much better than Dumbledore. I support you to keep going!"

Davis Deventer vented her resentment. She usually didn't know how much she had been tortured by Black.

John could only nod his head in agreement, afraid of bringing up the topic, so he didn't dare to answer.

Otherwise, the frame of this office may be covered in a while.

After Derwent finished venting, the office regained its tranquility.

John took out the glass bottle Dumbledore had given him.

Remove the plug and tilt it slightly.

The viscous liquid reluctantly leaked out of the bottle and flowed into a small cup.

John stared at the not-so-good-looking black liquid, gritted his teeth, and let out a sigh of relief.

The uncomfortable feeling gradually spread from the stomach to the whole body, as if the whole body began to be misaligned.

It didn't take long before his whole body was enveloped by a wave of scorching heat, and he almost wanted to be thrown into the sea of ​​flames in the frying pan.

Then John felt that his field of vision was rising rapidly, as if someone was pulling hard on his feet and head.

His hands also began to grow slowly, and the skin became wrinkled.

Suddenly a feeling of suffocation came, as if someone strangled his neck.

I haven't changed my clothes yet!

John reacted and hurriedly took off his clothes.

Fresh air suddenly flooded into his body again.

If he had been slower, he would have been the first person to drink Polyjuice and get strangled by his own clothes.

I don't know what expression Dumbledore will have when he sees a hideous man lying on the ground when he comes back.

Putting away the bad taste in his heart, John took out the clothes that Dumbledore gave him in advance from the leather bag and changed into them.

At this time, the wooden door behind him was pushed open forcefully.

With a bang, the door panel slammed into the wall, and dust was blown up in the air.

John, who was straightening the folds of his clothes, was taken aback and turned his head in one direction quickly.

Luckily not enough, otherwise he would have been the envy of Nearly Headless Nick.

"Mai, Professor McGonagall, what can you do?"

John didn't change his mentality for a while, looking at Professor McGonagall with a little restraint.

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, and looked at John in confusion.

"Dumbledore, aren't you feeling well?"

"I've been too busy recently, maybe I don't have a good rest."

John perfunctory, adjusted his mood, and made himself look normal.

He then asked: "You are in such a hurry, do you need me in a hurry?"

Professor McGonagall still faintly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

She hesitated for a moment, and said angrily, "The two Weasley boys built another arena on Entertainment Street."

"Arena?" John was a little surprised, Fred and George didn't tell him about it, but now is not the time to dwell on it, "It would be nice to have a place where students can practice and practice what they usually learn Yes, Professor McGonagall, perhaps we should support them in this matter."

"Hmph." Professor McGonagall raised her willow eyebrows, looking extremely angry, "It would be great if that's the case!"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "The two of them set up a ring in Entertainment Street, and used high prize money to attract students to participate."

"The students ate the troll happy candy, and they fisted each other rudely in the ring, and the two of them used this to collect tickets and set up a gambling game!"

"Do we still support this kind of behavior?"

Professor McGonagall looked serious, his eyes piercing forward like two sharp long swords, and he looked like a female general about to fight.

John couldn't help but be intimidated by Professor McGonagall's aura, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He turned around to avoid Professor McGonagall's sight, leaned over and picked up the cup on the table and poured a glass of water to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, calm down, this matter is indeed their fault, I will definitely let them correct it later, and give them the punishment they deserve."

Professor McGonagall did not take the cup and did not reply.

She took a step back calmly, quietly holding the wand in her hand, her face sullen and a little nervous.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's attitude, John's heart skipped a beat.

Am I being exposed?

My acting skills aren't that bad, are they?

(End of this chapter)